Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 106935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
This greedy, beautiful woman. “By teasing you. Making you beg for it. Making you demand I taste your sweetness.” I press a kiss to her leg at last, then run my nose along the seam of her panties. Close, so close, but not quite.
She shudders, her hands grabbing at my hair. She’s begging with her body.
Yes, fucking yes.
“Please, Nick,” she says, but her voice is different now. The temptress seems to have slinked away. Now, she’s almost shy, a little innocent.
Must be part of our game, so I keep going.
“Are you sure?” I move my face to her panties, dusting a tender little kiss against the wet fabric. I can taste her heat through the lace, and it winds me higher.
“Nick,” she whimpers, curling her hands tighter around my head.
I’m dying to strip off these undies and devour her pussy. But first things first. “Ask for it, beautiful. Ask for my mouth.”
But she’s quieter than I’d expected when she whispers, “Please.”
Hmm.
There’s that shyness again. With some concern, I lift my face, needing to make certain she wants this—these games, this play, this exchange. I set a finger under her chin, draw her gaze down to me. “Are you good with this?”
Her eyes widen. “So good. I just…” She swallows then tries again. “I don’t know what to say anymore.”
Ah, hell. I get it. She might like to flirt over dinner, but in the bedroom, I bet she just wants my words. “You don’t need to beg for it tonight, beautiful. I’m dying to go down on you.”
“Yes,” she says desperately.
And yup. She likes to hear dirty talk rather than to give it.
Fine by me.
“I’m going to take these off you and please forgive me in advance, because I’m probably going to groan like a caveman.”
She dips her face, smiling again, nibbling on the corner of her lips.
I peel off her panties and groan as promised at the sight. Pretty, pink, and indecently wet. “Look at you. Wanting me,” I praise.
“So much.”
I can smell her arousal. I’m so hungry for her. So ready to eat her up. I’m going to adore her with my mouth. Show her what a man can do.
I kiss the inside of her knee, the supple flesh of her thigh, then I press a whisper of a kiss to her pussy.
A gasp.
I feel like a king already. I look up at her. “I told you it was a hard fucking speech. I looked at you and thought how very much I wanted to walk off that stage, stride over to you, spread these legs,” I say, “and devour you.”
“I’ve never come like this before,” she blurts out.
Well then.
I was dead wrong. She had another reason for her silence. She had a confession to deliver, and I take it like the gift it is.
I flash her a cocky smile. “Challenge accepted.”
Then, I get to work on giving her a first.
7
TREASURE MAP
Layla
Part of me wants to tell Nick I’ve never had sex. It’s like giving a treasure hunter a map. The intel will help him along the way.
But another part of me—the stubborn, independent, private me—wants to keep my virginity to myself.
I don’t need a man’s permission to lose it. Nick already wants to fuck me, so why do I need to tell him he’d be the first to do so? It’s my choice.
I weigh the matter for a few seconds as he licks me, until my brain scrambles. And holy hell, my body feels so good I can’t think straight.
Or at all.
Because Nick’s face is buried between my thighs, and he’s eating me like he’s licking a decadent dessert off a spoon. I feel like his treat as he flicks his tongue down, then tantalizingly back up. Circling a hand around my ankle, he lifts my right leg, drapes it over his shoulder.
He does the same to my left leg, then presses a gentle but firm hand to my belly. “Lie back, beautiful,” he says.
I do, but I stop at my elbows, since I’m a visual person, and this image will be scored into my brain forever—Nick, scooping his hands under my ass then tugging me closer to his mouth.
But before he returns to his feast, he rubs his jawline against my inner thigh. One side, then the other.
I moan, shamelessly loud, a sound I’ve never quite made from a vibrator. But I never knew I’d like the roughness of a beard. Never knew I’d want his scruff so much. Or maybe it’s how Nick wields his beard like a secret weapon till I’m arching, gasping his name.
“I’ve got you,” he reassures me, his voice a dirty caress, then his mouth is on me again, kissing and licking.
Tingles spread everywhere.
Soon, I’m parting my legs wider, rocking against his face, gripping his head harder. “Oh god, oh god,” I chant with every stroke of his magic tongue.